Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slave. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.